Ode to Teddy

This was originally an English assignment, but I have to admit, I fell in love with it!

He is stitched with gold Soulless eyes reflect your every move He watches you and waits to be played with. He is as soft as your grandmother's carpet And sits on a shelf high above your tiny hands. The tallest stool in the home can't break the Barrier of a two-year-old's reach. You dream of the day you can finally shatter the glass Holding you back. The toddler feet glide along the itchy wool carpet Like a new pair of boots on a fresh sheet of ice Her pigtails bounce as though they are Blonde paws scratching at the ideas of creativity The red bows wrapping almost too tight She has no care or worry but a desire to discover. Those who hold her hands Diminish quality. Spinning out of control, her heart and her mind argue Teenage years deteriorate the visions of the passionate And hinder the path of the determined. Retreating to the door that contains her hopes and fears And closes her off from the foreign tongues that cut her ears She finds Teddy Stitched with gold Soaked with tears Growing up, she grows apart Losing herself, she discovers Those who deserve pain the least Feel it the most She shivers like a philanthropist Watches their success diminish As her attackers torment her once more She finds herself back at home The same that holds Teddy Her only friend He lacks response He holds her hand He understands When no one else did.